...the lady of the house will eat salmon. Broiled, with mushrooms, over and over again, just because she can.And she'll stay in bed till 10, luxuriate around the house wearing next to nothing, keep no semblance of a schedule, spin, drink, watch figure skating on tv instead of the Superbowl - do all else she can to really live on the wild side this week before the new job starts.
The Dinnerman is living it up in Honolulu. Oh, it's not a vacation, but it's still Hawaii. He says he likes the music there; apparently it's been soothing to him, which is always good. Those lap steels always sound nice. Good twang.
Hope he got himself a good lei, and that he brings me one or two nice ones when he returns.
So I'm here in Rhode Island. Where we're one month closer to spring, now that it's February.
And you know what? I'm falling in love with my home.
On another note, last week we went to the much-heralded Gracie's, and all I have to say is - meh.
Not so much. Prickling with pretense, Gracie's left us flat, and hungry.
Providence has great Asian food, perhaps with a rather gaping hole left by the need for great Japanese. We also seem to have the bases covered on great mid-range and rather casual places, like Parkside, Madeira, Mike's Kitchen, Zooma, Venda's cafe, L'Osteria, Julian's, El Rancho Grande, Wes's Rib House, even Al Forno and Bacaro.
But with the high end fancy shit? Here it's just one vacant facade after another. It's all a ruse. You know, the way the Chinese learned pair skating by watching videos of the Russians?
Local 121 and Gracie's really let me down. Just sayin'.
(Above image is credited to The Food Pornographer - http://www.thefoodpornographer.com)
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Ditto on Local 121. I'm going to give them a second chance, since I can't imagine so much work and planning culminating in so little.
I enjoyed Gracie's a great deal, though. I went on a summer weekend. There were, like, four people in the entire dining area. That might have done well to squelch some of the pretense.
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